Wade Barrett

The ending of Armageddon. A heroic tale of selfless sacrifice never fails to draw a tear from me. ...*takes man card and throws it aside* But, I should also admit that the ending of The Girl Who Leapt Through Time tugs on my heartstrings a bit, too.

A pair of jeans off of eBay. Cause i'm cheap like that.

Kelvin MacKenzie. Type in "Kelvin MacKenzie is a" in Google and the first suggested Instasearch that comes up pretty much sums up what this goddamn waste of life is. I hope he goes to Liverpool one day and gets stabbed to death for the absolute garbage he spewed about Hillsborough. And this isn't even delving into the goddamn vitriol this subhuman wrote about Elton John, Aborigines and Scotland. If I could commit just one murder, completely legally, MacKenzie would be it.

> Wake > Eat Breakfast > Work > Eat Lunch > Work > Go Home > Sleep > Die a little inside every single fucking night. That's pretty much my average day.

"Awwwwwwww sh--" (Or, on this forum, "OH SUGAR SPARKLES HEEHEE DESU DESU". Kids need their precious ickle eyes protecting.) It's a useful catchphrase for practically every situation, depending on your tone of voice. It can be used in excitement, disgust, anger, excitement, and can be used in a myriad of situations. Plus, you can draw out the "Awwwwwwwwwwwwwww" for as long as possible to make it sound more dramatic.

Yes, in a heartbeat. I already have plans in place anyway and i'll be uprooting next year and heading out into the world. Why? Because staying in one place for your entire life is utter fucking tedium. There are so many unique and wonderful things to do and places to see out there. I have no problem starting again: I'll always hold my family and friends dear in my heart, but there comes a time when you need to step back, get out there and begin living your life and writing your legend out, or else you'll die as little more than a name on a forgotten gravestone in a forgotten cemetery somewhere. As for living in a fictional universe? Well, who WOULDN'T want to do that? Depending on the universe, of course. I sure as hell wouldn't want to live in Westeros, for example.

Plopp has got a shit name (Pardon the pun) but it tastes absolutely amazing. http://www.firebox.com/product/4893/Project-Utopia Basically, a kind of diesel-powered, eleven-decked ocean-travelling craft that has an obscene amount of features. Accommodates 70 crew and can cater for 16 guests Maximum speed of 15 knots Diesel electric propulsion There are four major spaces which make up the external deck and communal areas: 'Casino Square', 'Loews Hotel', 'The Oasis', and 'The Grand Atrium'. Two large tender garages to store all manner of launches, offshore power boats, jet skis etc Dive dock and Submarine, deployed from one of the submerged hulls Multi configurable sports court sized to championship tennis regulations also doubles as a Heli-Pad Ample crew quarters including a gym and private sun terrace What I personally love is that it includes "free delivery". Thank God for that, I was really breaking the bank with my private Diesel-powered ocean-going hideout with many of my closest friends and crew, but thanks to free delivery, I can now afford it. I'm actually half-tempted to place an enquiry just to find out how much it would cost.

I'M AFRAID I'VE GOT SOME BAD NEWS FOR YEH! Nobody. And I don't really care that nobody has mentioned me. Much like I have not endeared myself to my fellow forum members, you have not endeared yourselves to me, either. Unless you happen to be IcyHaze who is probably the closest person I have to a favourite member but the last time we talked was in March, but she gets the dubious distinction anyway (Sorry, Icy, I imagine getting a mention from me is like getting mentioned by the Devil.). I do like it when people don't treat me as if i'm invisible.

Not in terms of conventional contests, but I graduated with distinction (David Smith Poetry Prize) because the poetry for my dissertation beat the poetry everyone else wrote. I also had poetry of mine published when I was three, but it was crap. It's odd because I don't think highly of poetry (Stuff by Yates and Browning is turgid and boring. The only poets who have ever grabbed me by the short and curlies are Shelley and Duffy) , I just write it because it's a more unique style of writing than other. Basically, i'm a poet and I don't even know it. And I swear I did not make that rhyme on purpose.

If it's stuff like holding doors open, standing aside for people when they're walking through a door/getting off the bus, letting people go ahead of me in a queue, standing up and letting people have a seat etc; then every single goddamn day because I was brought up with respect and to always have manners, no matter what. I always offer to buy drinks for people, too, and i'm normally frugal with my money. I suppose the last time I did a truly random act of kindness was a few weeks ago when I read a bedtime story for my niece. I'm an introverted, bitter person who doesn't interact well with kids but she wanted the story reading, so I did it with the voices and everything and she enjoyed it.